Thursday, April 26, 2018

After reading Elizabeth's post and appreciating her brilliant mind, I checked my email, and was presented with a photo of a woman with a star on her forehead. The star seemed to be very much like the cannabis bindi on Elizabeth's forehead. The photo was presented in connection with a local screening of a movie about Hedy Lamarr.

Which led me to the source of the poem quoted by Hedy Lamarr at the end of the PBS special that I watched after watching the movie trailer in the email.

Although I was planning to be silent for awhile beginning today (photos only) and only post this photo of Oboe in the morning sun during my morning yoga practice yesterday,

synchronicity guides me away from silence today to thank Elizabeth for her fierce and graceful writing and her powerful sense of humor.

6 comments:

Synchronicity indeed. I too was planning to be silent for a while, but I have been reading Audre Lorde's "Your Silence Will Not Protect You," and decided silence is overrated. As women, we sometimes get embarrassed when we reveal ourselves too fully, reveal our hearts too completely, but what else can we do? We have to dare. Thank you for this post.

Rosemarie -- Every time I plan to be silent for awhile at my blog, I find that it is impossible. My thought this time was not total silence but just a period of time when I would only post photos or art work or link to things that spoke to me and that I wanted to share with our blogging community.

I did silence myself permanently on Facebook, though, and have no regrets about that.

Thank you for your encouragement to continue to use my voice here and elsewhere in these times. I am grateful for your voice.

robin andrea -- Was just reading about that and thinking about posting a haunting song Bob Dylan wrote that mentions bootlegged whiskey in the context of horror and despair. Blind Willie McTell, who is mentioned over and over again in that song, suffered from alcoholism.

Oboe in late April 2018

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)

Welcome to "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".

The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken on May 8, 2016, at West Beach in Deception Pass State Park in Island County of Washington State. For years after leaving Northern California in 1973, I had a recurring dream that there was an ocean beach not too far south of Bellingham. My joy at discovering that beach in my dreams was offset by my grief that no such beach existed when I woke up. On May 8, 2016, I visited West Beach for the first time with a friend who also grew up in Northern California. West Beach is the beach I dreamed about for so many years. May 8, 2016, was the 29th anniversary of the beginning of my healing in connection with bulimia, anorexia, alcoholism, and the beginning of actively using the creative gifts I had been born with. On May 8, 1987, I spent the entire day driving south on Highway 1, frequently gazing at the Pacific Ocean from Mendocino County to Santa Cruz County when the ocean was visible from the road.

"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog is now titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)".

To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)

It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.

-- Robinson Jeffers

The true end of a war is the rebirth of life;the right to die peacefully in your own bed.The true end of war is the end of fear;the true end of war is the return of laughter.

-- Alfred Molano

Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)

Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.

-- John Muir (1838-1914)

Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.